Jake Undone(83)

I was still trying hard to go slow when she began to ride my cock harder, giving me permission to release my inhibitions. I had been dying to take her from behind and couldn’t hold off any longer. I pulled out of her and turned her around so that her perfect round ass was facing me. I placed both of my hands on her cheeks and slipped immediately back inside of her. The contact of our wet skin made a slapping sound as I moved in and out, completely incapable of controlling myself.

“Fuck…your ass is so beautiful, Nina. I love it.”

She moaned in response as she balanced herself with her hands on the tile wall.

“It’s all mine,” I said as I pounded into her harder. “All…mine.”

Her muscles clenched, and the wet heat of her sudden orgasm set me off. When I came inside of her this time, it felt so good that it was almost painful. I shouted out like a fucking maniac and it echoed through the bathroom.

We collapsed to the shower floor and kissed under the water. I picked up the sponge and washed her gently again, before turning the faucet off.

Grabbing a towel, I squeezed the water out of her hair as I kissed down the length of her body before drying myself.

Back in my bed, as she stared up at the ceiling, the look on her face told me that reality was starting to set in again. She finally spoke. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She turned to me. “It wasn’t why I came here. I’ve just felt like my whole world was falling apart. I wanted to keep my distance until you worked everything out with the divorce, but I still needed to feel close to you, so I’ve come here a few times. I never expected you to walk in at this time of day. We shouldn’t have done what we did…but I’ve missed you so much.”

“You have no idea how badly I needed to hear that,” I said, taking her hand in mine and kissing it.

She looked down at our joined hands. “I’ve felt like I lost my best friend. My life has been empty without you in it. But I still feel like what we just did was wrong. I am just so weak when it comes to you and—”

“Baby, please don’t tell me to stay away from you. Remember that night in my room before we got together, when I told you to leave? That was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, but I was able to push you away because I hadn’t had you yet. Now that I actually know what it feels like to be with you, to be inside of you, to love you, not just from afar, but in every way…I can’t ever go back.”

“What happened tonight shouldn’t have. It doesn’t have to be forever. Just until your divorce.”

I couldn’t promise to stay away from her; it was something I knew damn well I wouldn’t live up to. I held her until she fell asleep again. She must have been worn out from the workout I gave her. The sun was starting to set. I hoped that she would just stay with me tonight.

As I watched her sleep, my emotions were running wild. I got the urge to write her something, so I grabbed a piece of white printer paper from the desk and a pen.

Sure, Green. Fuck her hard like an animal then follow it up with a sappy love poem. It’s all about balance.

I had never written a thing in my life before I met her. Now, I couldn’t stop. It was like Hallmark was going to be knocking on my door any day now. It started out as a joke, but now, it was something I loved to do for her.

Go ahead…say it. My balls were on layaway, and I couldn’t afford to buy them back.

Like drawing, it was a way for me to express the feelings I bottled up inside. Lately, all of my sketches have been of her too, some of her naked body. It would probably creep her out if she found that book, which I strategically kept hidden from the rest.

When it came to telling her how I felt, the right words never seemed to come when I spoke them in the moment. But being able to take my time and especially watching her lying here next to me while I wrote, inspired me.

When I was finished, I was satisfied that I had written down everything I wanted to say to her.

She decided against spending the night with me. As she was getting ready to leave, I gave her the folded up poem and told her to read it when she got home and to reread it whenever she felt lonely or had doubts about my intentions.



I thought my life was planned

Until the moment I touched your hand.



Your sad eyes met mine,

And all I wanted was to make them shine.



And every time they did,

I became giddy like a kid.



With each moment together we spent,

I figured out what my father meant.



When he told his little boy long ago,

“When it’s love, son, you just know.”



I tried to resist and be strong

Since the timing was all wrong.



But I still came undone.